Page 332 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
“That’s because he spoils her rotten,” Ben says, frowning. “You want me to tell Mel she’ll see her at the end of the aisle with you fuc—fine gentleman?”
“Yeah, we’ve got to get up there,” Nik says.
“Holy shit,” Oliver whispers.
“Goddamn,” Carver hisses.
“We’re in a fucking church,” Nik says softly. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Oh, because that was so much better?” Carver snorts.
“She’s beautiful,” I choke out.
“Mama, mama, mama,” Mallory choruses as soon as she spots Mel.
“She’s so pretty,” Oliver says, swallowing thickly.
“I knew it would be puffy like a princess dress,” Nik says, shaking his head.
“Yeah,” I agree.
“Wow,” Oliver says, tickling Mallory’s tummy. “So in case you didn’t notice, they’re in the same dress.”
“Really?” I lift Mallory and chuckle because she’s definitely in a much smaller, less intricate version of Mel’s dress.
Ben and Mel make it to the bottom of the steps. I sure as fuck never thought he’d be the one to walk her down the aisle, but it’s strangely fitting. We’re the definition of a blended family these days.
Heidi and Ben even take Mallory overnight once in a while, but they always stay in town. I was surprised they offered to do the same here in St. Louis.
Oliver did pay for their hotel though. They spend a lot on traveling regularly to see her, so it seemed fair.
They’ll be keeping her for a few nights so that we can have a mini honeymoon. Or I guess a babymoon since we didn’t do one last time.
Oliver looked up Mel’s dads. She hasn’t had any further contact with her mother, despite Mel’s best efforts. Oliver wanted to see if maybe her mom had something to do with them leaving and never reaching out to Mel again. He checked for court records, email correspondence, and other shit I didn’t understand. He deemed them not worth bothering with. We were going to try to surprise Mel by reuniting them, but we took Oliver’s word for it.
Sometimes people are a lost cause, and it’s okay to keep them from tainting your future.
Ben helps Mel up the stairs and they share a brief hug.
“Mama,” Mallory babbles, tossing herself at Mel.
“Hey, cutie,” Mel says, taking her from my arms.
It might be weird, I don’t know, but seeing her hold Mallory on her hip with that big rounding of a baby belly gives me a hard on. Right in the middle of our wedding in a fucking church.
“We both need Jesus,” Carver mutters, turning behind me and readjusting his dick.
“Yup,” Nik agrees, smirking dangerously at Mel.
We didn’t knock her up on her first heat, but we managed it on the second go round. She’s almost eight months, and I love every delicious curve.
“Are we ready?” the minister asks, clearing his throat.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Carver says, rubbing his hands together.
“I can’t believe he’ll technically be my husband too,” Oliver mutters.
“I love you, too, man.” Carver bumps his shoulder against Oliver’s.
